The characters from the game belong to Capcom.

A/N:I'm not english native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.

Sometimes in the night I feel it
Near as my next breath and yet untouchable
Silently the past comes stealing
Like the taste of some forbidden sweet
Along the walls in shadowed rafters
Moving like a thought through haunted atmospheres
Muted cries and echoed laughter
Banished dreams that never sank in sleep
Lost in love and found in reason
Questions that the mind can find no answers for
Ghostly eyes conspire treason
As they gather just outside the door
And every ghost that calls upon us
Brings another measure in the mystery
Death is there to keep us honest
And constantly remind us we are free
Down the ancient corridors
And through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of days that we've left behind (Dan Fogelberg - Ghosts)

Piers Nivans was standing in front of the mirror, facing his own reflection after taking a shower his body was naked. His incomplete body.

He faced his own reflection; there was a shadow in his gaze. He saw every trace and detail of his body. The scars. The missing member.

He sighed.

That day he needed a reflection on his old and current life. He couldn't run away from himself anymore, from the memories, from the pain.

Despite all the praises and compliments, he no longer was the man he used to be.

He didn't let anyone see that bleeding wound that lied deep inside his soul, in a very isolated place where not even himself used to have access regularly.

He should be happy after all; he wasn't alone, he had friends, family and a very dedicated girlfriend. He should be happy because he was alive and would watch his mentor tying the knot with the love of his life in the future and become a father soon. The man he gave his life for.

But a part of him wasn't happy. Not because of jealous or envy. It just happened that that day he woke up feeling his right arm flinging. He moved on the bed wondering if he was laying on his right side for too long during his sleep, but then he remembered, "What arm?"

He opened his eyes and looked to his right side trying to move a hand that didn't exist anymore, but he could feel it. He could feel as if his lost member was still there flinging and hurting at the level of the shoulder where the worst scar, the worst pain lied.

After so long he had finally cried over that. "Men don't cry, bullshit!" He had all the right to cry, he had all the right to feel the pain of his incompleteness. He used to be a soldier, not a machine.

His life changed forever since that fatidic night. Before that day he really believed he should embrace the beliefs of being a soldier like the men of his family, he really believed he could make a difference in the world, he really believed he was ready for all the consequences of the fights, but no, he wasn't! He was ready to die, he wasn't ready to live without a dream, without a goal that was ripped off from him and all that was left for him was to accept the consequences of that decision. He didn't really have a choice, what he did was to make a final decision, a final sacrifice and he was ready that it would be the last thing he would do in life. That was the plan when he chose to leave his member behind… never returning.

He didn't die… at least not his body.

A part of him did. His old dreams, his old goals, his old self.

That man in front of the mirror wasn't playing the victim or blaming the world. He was just living his pain, his limitation, his raw limitation at fullest and ruminating all that negativity so he could adapt to the life he didn't dream, to the G Plan (God's Plan). However, the cruelty wasn't to be just a survivor. There wouldn't have his next generation because once he dreamt of having a family with the woman he loved and that dream was forbidden for him too because he and Claire wouldn't dare to try a pregnancy after being infected by those viruses.

Many praised him as a version of the young Chris Redfield, even the man himself wished him to take his place after his retirement.

He was no Chris! Chris was starting his own family, he was starting his next generation, he had never being infected by any virus, he had his body full in pieces, he wasn't retiring either any time soon. In the other hand, he, Piers Nivans was forced to retirement when he had barely started his career.

The man in front of the mirror was happy that he had made a difference in some people's lives and that was when his own eye met his own reflection's gaze. There were no space for a shadow. He wasn't alone. People were happy for his return and wishing to have died was a very selfish thing at that point after everything he had been through.

We never have all we want, actually rarely, it actually happens.

His family had their smiles back on their faces; their hope was back. Claire had him back; she was waiting for him, for them. His best friend had lost much more than he did and adapted to all the unexpected events and that was the primary goal that for a brief moment he had forgotten about his own sacrifice.

His life wasn't miserable, it was just different. So many other people had lost way more than him and still carried a true smile on their faces, had new dreams, new hopes, new goals, new plans and many became an inspiration to other people, including physically healthy ones.

The ghost member had reminded him of the ignored feeling he had, but living with the ghost member was part of his new routine of life.

"There is something beautiful about the past, and about the way it haunts us. The way we pass through moments like walking through doors. The way we shut some out and the way we welcome some to stay. Our memories are ghosts, and they will always remind us of all the things we no longer have." (R.M. Drake)

Laureen sipped on her coffee, as she stared out of the big huge glass window of the restaurant. It had been a few weeks since she had put a private detective to find out the current whereabouts of "Eva", and everything about her life before and after she met her husband. It was only that earlier morning that the detective called her to fix a meet, so he could tell her about his findings.

The brunette entertained herself by watching the people walking on the street, since she had arrived a half an early for the meet. She was somewhat excited to know about the bitch his husband has been cheating on her with. She was curious to find out what this other woman had that she didn't. What did Chris find so special in this whore that he was so determined to break up their marriage and end their long-standing relationship.

The 30 minutes didn't seem too long for Laureen, since she was too used to be kept waiting by her husband and when the detective made it in time, she was a little surprised. They both greeted each other professionally and she courteously offered to order coffee for him, which he accepted without any contest.

"So tell me what you got?", the brunette demanded of the man sitting across from her on the table, "You better have good news since you took so much time", she spoke staring at him over her coffee cup.

The detective put a file in front of her saying, "I have all the details that you had asked for. It was hard to get info about her from just the first name you had of her and also she's from another country, so that's why it took so much time."

"Another country?!", Laureen raised her brows as she set her cup down and opened the file, "From where?", she asked in a somewhat casual tone.

"Edonia", the detective answered her, "She used to live in a nearby small province called Bohma. And that is the house she owned there", he added as Laureen laid her eyes on the picture of the two floor lavender house.

Laureen let out a chuckle, "How cool is that…", she said to the detective, "You know that's where my husband was found after his amnesia episode", she almost rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I know", the man just gave her a nod.

"So, what else can you tell me about this bitch?", she asked him getting back to the pictures in the file.

The private investigator let out brief sigh. He wasn't new to this line of work and the experience he gathered over the past years working of such cases of infidelity, he knew that women always came up with some or other insulting nicknames for the women they were being cheated on with. But in this case, the adjective wouldn't really be that pejorative in nature.

"People of the town are not exactly too chatty, not to consider the language barrier", the detective began, "However, they know that she had another name, Scarlet."

"So the bitch had two names, interesting", Laureen spoke looking at one of the pictures of the said woman, almost narrowing her eyes in disgust, "Go on!", she asked the detective to continue.

"Her actual name is Evana Larssen Novak", the detective reported, "Eva is sort of an endearment her friends use to refer her with. She used to work as a prostitute sometime in past and currently was an exotic dancer at the most famous gentleman's club in that town. "

"A prostitute?!", she pulled up dramatic expression somewhat gasping, "I would have never guessed", she spoke with an utter sarcasm on her tone, "What else?", she asked with a smile.

"She has no living relatives except a distant cousin, who denies any association with her due to her questionable lifestyle", the man continued to tell what he learnt, "However there is a man called Stan, people say he used to be her Master", the brunette gave him a somewhat confused look, "He is a businessman, who enjoyed her exclusive services, until he ran into some trouble with your husband."

"Oh really?!", Laureen listened to the details as if it were some very interesting story, "What kind of trouble?"

"They say that both the men got into a fight over her", the detective answered, "Which eventually led to Stan tipping the BSAA about your husband, I suppose."

"Hmph… Chris fighting over a whore…", she spoke looking at a picture where both of them were together, "You are practically down in mud, you pig!", she lifted her head to look at the guy sitting in front of her, "What else?"

"There's a lot about her in that files, people she's close to and all…", he pointed to the file in front of her.

"I can see that", Laureen said looking at the contents of the file superficially, "But anything in particular?"

"Well", the detective gave her a contemplative look and she raised her brows at him in curiosity, "This woman…", he took is slowly and let out a sigh, "Evana is pregnant, and it's your husband's child or so the people there say. Also she's now in US, right under your nose."

Laureen raised the cup to her lips and took a sip quite leisurely; clearly she seemed oddly indifferent about this news. This had been the most 'calm' reaction the private investigator had seen from a woman who just learned that her husband's mistress was pregnant. He always found this client a little different but now spending a bit of time with her, he could say that this woman was distinctively weird and perhaps not in a good way.

"That explains his sister's and friends' odd behavior", Laureen spoke after some time, "They definitely know about her and are helping him out."

"You're possibly right" the man affirmed her doubts.

"There's nothing odd about his bank statements; he hasn't used his inheritance money or anything from his long term saving. He is using money from his salary accounts but not on the woman but for himself. Nothing suggests that he's been spending on someone else" she spoke with a disappointed tone

The man laid down the facts to her, "We can't really associate the woman with him at the moment, even the apartment that Evana is renting is in his friend's Jill Valentine's name. And possibly she's the one who's banking the woman's expenses here in America, including her groceries."

Laureen let out a sigh, "Chris has finally shown some smartness after all. He's got other people to finance his extra expenses with the whore while we are still married!" she spoke with a smirk

"Yeah, his attorney might be guiding him. They know things in his name can be added to the math of your divorce. His friends are not a party in the process." The man spoke taking a sip of his coffee

Laureen slapped her hand on the table without a notice, "But I can prove his adultery right?", she asked the man leaning over the table, seeming furious, "He cheated on me and it's his baby, the DNA reports can prove it."

"Yes, you can prove that they lived together in another country but the judge might not approve it as a strong evidence", the detective told her, "He was suffering from amnesia then and he lived a life of a different person. He lived under different alias there, Stray Dog and Chris Novak to name a few."

"Chris Novak?", the woman smirked, "I bet he faked his documents! I just got him a crime then!"

"Yes", the man stated the obvious.

"Well thank you for your help", Laureen said closing the file and a Cheshire grin on her face.

They continued to talk for a bit and discussed a couple of more stuff about the case, over coffee. Once their discussions were over Laureen paid the investigator and the man headed on his way. She paid the restaurant tab and headed straight for home; she had a lot of stuff on her mind that she needed to take care of.

Laureen dug through the file that the investigator had handed over to her, and delved into knowing the woman her husband cheated her on with. She could picture everything that written in the file, like a movie in her head. As she read those files, she could feel her husband's betrayal coursing through her veins.

"Darling, it's me."

When Claire arrived at Piers' place that afternoon, she found him lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, not even aware of her presence in the room. If he hadn't been blinking clearly, she'd have thought him dead. Regarding his lack of attention, she decided to first carry the heavy bags into the kitchen and store the groceries before insisting again. At first, she'd thought Piers was handling well the fact that he'd lost his arm. However, along with the lost arm there came a lost job and a lost life purpose. He had always loved the field. The bright light in his eyes she had fallen in love with a while ago was gone, for good, probably. She swallowed hard as she kept several cans in the cabinets. She had always thought that just being there was the best she could do for him, but the previous weeks had shown that it would never be enough to ease his wish to have died in China.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around and looked at Piers, who was leaning against the doorframe, staring at her. What was that emotion in his eyes? Sadness? Fear? Nothing positive, that was sure. Claire decided to do what she'd always do when somebody had lost hope. She smiled at him. Unfortunately, that smile didn't come out as she hoped.

He wanted to speak. He really did. Claire was being strong for both of them and she didn't deserve all that pain he was causing to her. She'd had hurt him too, yes. But after overcoming her initial doubts she had always stood by his side, helping him when he'd most needed her and he had known for sure that he'd wanted to be with her for the rest of his life. Until he'd seen Yana again. A sharp pain ran through his stomach as the other redhead came to his mind. He'd had promised to himself that he'd live with the shame of his weakness and wouldn't make Claire worry about his "mistakes" of the past, but the pressure in his chest became unbearable.

"How can I ever thank you for everything you're doing for me?" He finally managed to say.

Claire just gave him a shy, tired smile, "You can focus on getting better." She turned around again and continued placing the groceries where they belonged. "I know it's a very hard time for you, without proper work to do. I can't really help you, I know that. But please, know that I'll be there whenever you need me." She glanced at him over her shoulder.

He sighed deeply. Whenever he needed her. She had been always so understanding. Damnit. He couldn't do that to her. She deserved to know. Maybe he would even get better once that truth came out.

"Claire, there's something I need to tell you." He looked down. His words caused her to shiver. She swallowed in a desperate attempt to gulp down the knot in her throat, and turned around to face him.

"What is it?"

He cleared his throat, "You probably remember Evana's friend, Yana." He looked at her sarcastically lifted eyebrow. Of course, she remembered her. She had met her only a few days before. He looked up. "I knew her before."

She tried to look neutrally. Without success. She took a deep breath, "What does that mean?"

"I met her when I was looking for your brother." He frowned regretfully. "We had… something."

Claire's brow furrowed. A sharp smile dressed her lips, "Something?"

He bit his lower lip so hard it almost started to bleed. She was really gonna make him say it, "I slept with her."

"In Bohma?"

"Yes."

"Before you found Chris?"

He nodded in confirmation

She took a deep breath, "And later?"

He shook his head in deny, "I never saw her again after that. Until the party."

She looked at him seriously, "Piers, why are you telling me this?" He stared at her as she came closer to him. "You're not seriously feeling guilty for something you did while we weren't a couple, are you?"

He looked into her eyes. He wasn't quite sure if what he saw in them was his own reflected doubt or hers, "I thought you had a right to know since she's in town."

"Is that what bothered you?" she asked.

He frowned. Was it? Trying to analyze his own feelings, he came to the conclusion that he didn't feel any better than before. He felt even worse.

"Did you think I'd get angry because of this?" Her insisting look hit him hard. She blew out a short breath and closed her eyes. "No. You WISHED I'd get angry, isn't it? You feel something for her and didn't know how to get rid of me." She turned around to put the last cans into the cabinets, folded the bags and tried to get out of the kitchen. Piers stopped her.

"Claire…"

She couldn't look at him anymore. The happenings of the previous weeks came back to her and then his face when he'd seen that woman at the Baby Shower. She laughed slightly. How could she have been so blind?

"It's okay, Piers." She looked up. "If you want her there's no reason to stay with me. I wouldn't want that."

"Claire, I don't… It's not that…"

His confusion just confirmed her theory, he's in denial. She gulped down her feelings. Don't cry, Claire. Just don't.

She had really bad luck with guys. Another horrible thought dawned on her when she remembered Yana's condition. She looked at Piers, "Is that child yours?"

He stopped breathing. Like his lungs had forgotten how to work. Was it his subconsciousness trying to kill him? He didn't know, but it didn't really matter. Yana was pregnant. Probably not much less than Evana. He swallowed hard, but shook his head to get the idea out of his head. Yes, there had been several times, many several times, they'd fucked. And once, just once, the fucking condom had broken. But Yana had assured him she was using birth control shots. Besides, it could have been any other man like Nico. Or any other customer. He frowned at the idea. Of course, there was still a possibility.

Claire looked at him, eyebrows lifted, "I think you owe her a conversation," she whispered and finally left the kitchen to get the handbag she'd left somewhere in the hall. Her purpose? Leaving. As fast as she could.

When the door was already half open, Piers called her back, "Claire, please wait." She clenched her fist so hard her knuckles turned white. She didn't turn around, but she waited. "Can't we talk about this?"

Talking? Was he trying to make a fool out of her? She swallowed. Talking wouldn't solve anything. He had feelings for another woman and obviously not for her. Not enough? Not anymore? Maybe he'd never had. She bit her lip. Breathe Claire. Don't judge him. You're just hurt. She turned around and smiled shyly at him.

"That won't change much." She whispered. "It's okay Piers, really. I'm not mad at you. I understand." She took a deep breath. "What I said before is true. I'll be there whenever you need me." She looked down. "But now, please let me leave."

He felt like shit. That was a special gift Claire had. She knew how to make everyone feel miserable with her amazing loveliness. He wished he could give her what she deserved, but, non-regarding what he felt or didn't feel for Yana, the man he had become in the previous weeks wasn't worth someone like Claire Redfield.

"I'm sorry."

She smiled shyly.

"Don't be." She swallowed and took a deep breath. "Go talk to Yana. You both need it." She opened the door again, but turned around one last time. "Goodbye Piers." With those words, she shut the door and disappeared.

He stared after her. Everything had gone so fucking fast. He needed to get his head clear and find out what he wanted, what he needed. He still loved Claire. There was no doubt. But the circumstances required something she couldn't give him, unfortunately. And, unfortunately, among all her strengths, Claire had one single weakness. She wasn't Yana, shameless, foul-mouthed, exotic Yana.

Yana was Yana. And Yana was pregnant. He frowned, then smiled faintly. Could it really be his child that was growing in her womb? A child of his blood? The thought caused him to feel a strange satisfaction. As far as he knew, Yana was now married to Nico. But was he also the father of her child? Piers swallowed. He had to find out. His hand flew over to his phone and slid through his contact list until he found Evana's number.

"Evana, hi. It's Piers…"

Claire drove for over half an hour, trying to get rid of that sharp stinging pain in her throat. She'd never regretted having sold the motorcycle so much before. She missed feeling the cold air around her, her long ponytail flying in the wind. She missed her ponytail, too. Her foot stepped onto the gas pedal, wishing she could drive back in time to become a former version of herself. A younger Claire, who could handle everything and didn't particularly care about anything. A Claire who hadn't met the fate of Raccoon City, who hadn't watched Steve Burnside die, or Neil Fisher. A Claire who hadn't fallen in love with someone called Piers Nivans.

After leaving behind several miles, she stopped the car close to a cliff, enjoying the precious view of the city at night from the distance. A quick glance into the rear mirror showed her, unfortunately, the same old face she'd had before. Disappointing. A sigh left her lips. She slowly climbed onto the backseat and lay down, embracing herself tightly. And there, in the warm and protecting intimacy of her car, she let go all the tears that hadn't found their way out before. Among screams and whimpers, that night, Claire cried herself to sleep.

That was surely something she couldn't have done on a motorcycle.

The doorbell rang. The tension in the living room was evident. Yana played with her hands in cold sweat. She wouldn't stay long in town and why wait more an inevitable conversation she needed to have with Piers that surprisingly called Evana willing to talk to her. It was better to have that task done already, so she agreed in meeting him that same day.

Evana opened the door and let the former BSAA soldier get in.

Nico was clearly not fond of the idea.

"You know he has the right to be here." The redhead spoke to her husband as Piers was stepping closer to them.

Nico gave the man a serious look and then gave a kiss on her lips as if in an unconscious and conscious act of assurance that she belonged to him and then left the apartment alongside Evana.

Evana and the blond blue-eyed man went out for a walk while Yana and Piers talked alone. It was evident the annoyance in Nico's face expression, but all he had to do was to cope with his wife's decision.

"I want to buy a gift for my nephew before you leave. How about we go shopping?" Evana spoke trying to entertain Nico and take him a bit out of his dark shell

"Yeah." he replied with a distant tone

The pair walked to the car Nico had rented during their stay. He started the engine while Evana sat on the passengers' seat. Evana taught him the way, despite the car having GPS.

They shopped in a local mall. Evana checked her cellphone in hope she would have a green code from Yana, but nothing. She knew that meant the redhead was still busy with the father of her baby or maybe needing a time for her own, so she showed Nico a bit more of the town and commented with him she felt she was being observed after noticing the same red Mini Cooper parked near their car.

"Are you sure it's the same car?" Nico asked

"Yes! I recorded the plate."

"You'd better tell Chris and the others about that."

"Yes, I'm gonna send them a message." The blonde replied taking her cellphone

Living with the woman he loved was amazing. Jill was far from being a perfect housewife, but he loved every second they could spend together as a normal couple. Even so, every once in a while, Leon Kennedy needed time for himself. That morning he drove to his favorite place in the city. Or out of the city. The cliff from which the views were so breathtaking. He'd usually park his car and wander some time. Slowly. Nothing close to running. He enjoyed the solitude and not having to share his thoughts with anyone else. The more displeased he was when he found another car already parked at his spot.

"Shit," he cursed as he stopped in front of the other vehicle. His eyes opened widely as he read the number on the license plate, identifying it as Claire's car. He got out and walked over to the abandoned vehicle, fearing the worst. The car was locked. The driver's seat was empty but a woman's handbag was to be found on the passenger's side. Concerned, he pulled out his phone and dialed Chris' number as he continued inspecting the vehicle.

"Leon?" Chris' voice sounded roughly through the line. "What's wrong man?"

"Chris, hey I…" Then, he spotted Claire lying on the backseat. "Sorry man. I thought I was calling Jill. Must have hit the wrong button. Hope I didn't wake you."

"Ah, no. It's fine." Chris sighed.

"Greet Evana from me." Leon hung up, knocking softly on the window, hoping she'd wake up. "Claire!"

The redhead started recovering consciousness. After blinking around, a couple times she turned to the knocking sound on the window. She forced a smile at her friend and leaned over to unlock the car. Leon opened the door and had a look at her.

"Are you okay? What are you doing out here?"

Claire stretched her arms as good as she could in the tiny space and yawned widely.

"I was sleeping. Don't you see that?" She gave him a wide smile

"People usually go camping with a tent. Or a camper." He smirked at her serious glance. "What's wrong?" Claire didn't answer. She just clenched her teeth instead. "Claire?"

"What are you doing here?" I thought I was in the middle of nowhere." She frowned.

"You are." He nodded smiling. "I came to enjoy the silence, but now I'd really like to hear you say something." He took her hand. "Is something wrong with your boyfriend?"

She shook her head.

"Nothing besides the fact that there's not a boyfriend anymore."

"You broke up? But you were so happy together." He frowned.

"No. I was happy. He wants someone else."

"Claire this is bullshit."

"No it's not." She sighed. "Can you keep a secret?" At his hesitant nod, she cleared her throat. "Nothing of this is confirmed, but there is a chance that Piers is the father of Yana's child."

He shook his head, "Sorry, what?"

She smiled regretfully, "Yeah. I know." She laughed out loud. "What a freaking mess."

Leon laughed along with her. It had been a long time since they'd sat together like that.

"It's really a mess. I'm so sorry Claire. But I guess that's what happens to pretty girls," he waved up and down pointing at her, "who look for younger lovers. They're just not man enough for someone like you."

She smirked sarcastically at him, "Not everyone can have the luck Jill Valentine has." She waved at him the same way he had done before. "Nor the patience. Besides, you are younger than her, too."

He smiled widely at his friend.

"I am the perfect exception." He grinned proudly. "Yes, Jill is really lucky. But there's another Kennedy left. I could introduce you to my brother," he yelled.

"I already know Nick, Leon."

He opened his eyes in surprise.

"How well?"

"You better stop thinking shit!" She yelled.

He chuckled.

"Why don't you go on a trip?" He suggested. "It's been a hard time for you. You deserve some days off."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Evana was close to giving birth, and Claire wanted to be there when little Charlotte was born, but there was surely time for a short vacation.

Leon stared at her, "Maybe your absence makes Piers understand how much he misses you and he comes crawling back to you. I'm pretty sure not everyone would take in a one-armed ex-soldier." Leon smirked, narrowing his eyes maliciously "You're too good for him."

A smile popped onto her lips. It was actually good to hear such nice words about herself. She'd never been interested in Leon, but he really knew how to make women feel comfortable.

"You're being mean. He lost his arm serving the nation and My brother! He deserves a little respect." She giggled. "And you're wrong. I was the one who left." Half-heartedly, she opened the door and got out of the car. Leon followed her. "Leon, please don't mention any of this to Chris," she said shyly. "He's happy now and I don't want to ruin this. He'll find out soon enough."

Leon gave her an approving nod and smirked at her. Claire had changed a lot over the years, but she was still the caring person he had met in Raccoon City fifteen years before. The woman who would go through hell to find her brother or to save a little child. They stared at the sunrise in silence for several minutes when Claire's phone suddenly went off.

"It's your wife." She giggled looking at the display.

Leon frowned.

"She's not my wife."

"You mean not yet?" She smiled as she hit the answer button. "Jill sweetie! I finally know what your husband does when he disappears Sunday mornings."

"I'm so gonna kill you, Claire!" He grimaced.

She smiled widely at her friend, only catching Jill's He's not my husband through the line.

Nico walked ahead carrying the heavy groceries while Evana stayed behind picking the light bags she could carry. The blonde was facing the trunk when she screamed loud as felt someone grabbing her hair from behind abruptly and felt an object at her waist.

"Follow me to the car bitch or I shoot your baby right now."

Evana obeyed to the woman's demand. She recognized the same red Mini-Cooper that was chasing them. From the corner of her eyes, she managed to see her raptor that happened to be Laureen Redfield. Without any care, the brunette pushed Evana into the backseat locking the door which had a special anti-escape system for children that prevented children or anyone open the door from the inside. Laureen took the blonde's cellphone and threw it on the floor and drove away.

Thank you Xaori, HerpDerp and silver scropion and DerrickValore for the reviews. :D

Super thanks to JennaWilliams and Xaori for helping me out with the chapter and giving their special touch to a few scenes. :D

YES! I AM Back! Block free! YAY (Thanks to Vendetta huge spoilers I got and I won't share because I know not many love spoilers like me xD)

What an extent chapter! Drama and more drama! The end got life on its own, I must confess I had planned way differently, LOL But I guess this new version got better.

I don't have much to say, just enjoy the show my people xD

The title the name of a song that when I read the lyrics I imediately thought of Laureen, in English means "That female is bad". I know there's the english version lyrics on Google if you feel like reading the song. I had even commented with Jenna and Xaori about that song and how much that described Laureen's background (By the way, the soap opera that song was used also had some inspiration for Laureen's character xD)

I almost thought I might cross the 60 chapters planned LOL, but let's see...

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